Tachen, there is new material about my FF here. It happens what had to happen: A knock between group Z and the JLA and of course ... oh damn ... read for yourself !!!




Chapter 2: The Meeting




"Hey! Wake up!" Son Goku felt someone give him three or four slaps in the face. He opened his eyes. Vegeta was hanging over him and thrashing the two halves of his face.


"You can stop, he's awake." he heard his son's voice.


Son Goku got up. His arm was broken and his back ached. Kuririn came up to him with a small pouch. He rummaged in it.


"Here, take a magic bean, and you'll be fit again!"


He had the little miracle plant put in his mouth, he chewed it through well and then swallowed the bean. The slightly bitter, dry taste gave way to a wave of exuberant, magical power. The bone healed with a painless jolt and the slipped vertebrae clicked back into place with a soft crack.

He wiped the clotted blood from his face.


"Piccolo wasn't so lucky," said Gohan dryly.


Son Goku looked over to the stairs. Piccolo sat on the stairs with his arms drooping, panting in pain.


Vegeta and Kurririn stood next to him and grinned at each other.


"You on the right, I on the left!" rejoiced the prince of the Sajia-Yins.


"Son Gohan? What happened," asked Son Goku when he saw the two of them take Piccolo's arms.


"We found him unconscious in a kind of energy network. His arms were burned, the bean we gave him made him halfway responsive again, but his arms were, well ..."


"One..."


"Where's Dende?" asked Goku.


"We don't know. I think the attackers kidnapped him!"


"Two,"


The sardonic grin on Vegeta's face widened.


"We have to stop you. No matter what the cost!"


"Three!"


With a smacking sound, Kurririn and Vegeta tore Piccolo's charred arm stumps from the great Namek's torso.This screamed in pain, but seconds later two new, muscular arms shot out of the upper body.


"Thank you," Piccolo whispered coolly and walked towards Son Goku.


"We underestimated these guys. It can't happen again!"


"I know, Piccolo. We should strike while we still can. We ..."


He couldn't finish the sentence. A new portal opened over the palace platform and again spat out strange figures.


"My face, that was a ride!" said one of the strangers.


"Man, Kyle, that was nothing, I already ..."


"QUIET!" hissed Vegeta.


This was ready to attack again.


One of the strangers came up to you. He wore some kind of skin-tight pajamas, swimming trunks and some kind of sheets around his shoulders. There was an emblem on his chest with an 'S' inside.


Somehow the presentation reminded him of Son Gohan's ridiculous costume.What did he call himself ... Impressive Sajia Fighter? No, that was wrong ...


"Who are you," Son Goku heard himself speak.


"My name is Superman." said the tall, strangely dressed guy. Son Goku felt for his aura, but couldn't find anything familiar. This man was definitely not human.


"Let's get you ready!" Vegeta snapped and was held back by Gohan.


"We don't know if you are friend or foe, Vegeta!" said Goku coolly back!


"We are the Justice Leauge! Who are you?"


"They came from one of those eddies, Kakarot! That's enough proof for me."


He turned into a Super Sajia-yin with a loud scream, pushed Son Gohan aside and raced towards the guy in the cape.


This jumped to the side and pushed Vegata, propelled by his own strength, against one of the palace walls.


A confrontation was inevitable!




Batman was hiding behind a pillar in the oriental-looking palace.Apparently he had not been discovered.


He studied the situation.


Two groups of equal manpower, but the man named Kakarot exuded an unusual calm. The other guy named Vegeta seemed like an uncontrollable hothead. But one thing surprised the dark knight.


When Vegeta went to attack Clark, he seemed to be going through some sort of transformation. His hair piled up and turned golden.


Speaking of golden.


His surroundings began to glow.


Batman once read a treatise by a Japanese scholar in which he described a powerful aura that strengthened those who understood how to use it.


This turn of phrase didn't bode well.


Superman struggled to dodge the maddened attacker and was lucky enough to make a throw.


Very much luck!


In the same second, the other strangers stormed off too. The situation got out of hand.

The boy who had first held Vegeta lunged at J'onn. He noticed the attack too late. Batman was shocked to see the 18 year old boy stretching the tall Martian to the ground with a well-placed chin hook.


J'onn got to his feet again immediately, but visibly battered, he had nothing to oppose the boy. This rammed him with his elbow again into the ground of the large square.


Flash was rooted to the ground and saw the second strongest fighter on the JLA side go down and not get up again.


Batman was also speechless. J'onn appeared to be passed out. The boy in the air scratched his head and made a face. He seemed surprised at the quick victory.


A shadow slipped past him.


"Flash! Pay attention!" he just roared.


Too late.


Batman could see a flicker that made up a 1.50 meter tall man without a nose and gave Flash a hook on the chin.

The 'fastest man in the world' didn't even have the time to react. The force of the blow made him take off and sail against one of the tower walls. He was also passed out and didn't even have the time to use his powers.


Kyle was dealing with the hothead now. In a panic, he darted back and forth across the palace, whirling towards Vegeata with his power ring figures made of green plasma. The guy with the golden hair had no trouble dematerializing it with a few strokes.


"That's enough, you wretch!" With glowing anger in his eyes he formed an energy ball with his bare hands.


When it was the diameter of a soccer ball, he threw up his arms and hurled it at Kyle.


It was hit towards the floor and pressed under the pavement of the palace veranda with a deafening bang.


Batman counted the time as the fight started. Less than 10 seconds had passed.

His eyes fell on Superman and the man in the red combat dress that Vegeta had called Kakarot. He had sunk his fist into Superman's stomach.


But Clark was still standing. Smiling as usual heroically, he looked down at Kakarot and put his arms on his hips.


At least something seemed normal!


Kakarot made a rather stupid grimace, but then the most shockingly serious and at the same time most fascinatingly serious thing happened. Kakarot screamed, his hair turned into golden lace towers and the shimmering aura formed around him too.


In a flash he rammed his other fist into Superman's face.


This stumbled a few steps back, stunned his opponent in the face and went unconscious to the ground.


Batman was no longer astonished by this, however. He felt a faint breeze behind him. Someone was so arrogant to think that they could sneak up on Batman.


"Seen enough?"

Batman stayed calm. The big green alien stood behind him. The midnight detective reached under his cape to his combat belt and slipped a needle-attached thimble over his left glove. Smiling grimly, he looked over his shoulder.


"You're making a mistake. Nobody messes with the JLA!"


"For someone with the fighting strength of an ordinary person, you haunt pretty big sounds. Your aura is tiny!"


These enormous powers actually had something to do with the control of auras. That was very fascinating.


Batman spun around. He rattled the creature's arm with the needle, leaving a scratch mark. Green-blue blood ran from the thin wound.


With a growl, the green guy gave Batman a slap in the face with the force of a truck crash. Batman heard a few vertebrae crack and then felt himself sink into unconsciousness.




Dende was slowly waking up. The stench of burning sulfur shot up his nose.

When he opened his eyes he saw how he was hung over a kind of stone floor. The stones shimmered in a faint red orange. The room itself could not be grasped from its size. The walls and the ceiling were the blackest of all blacks.


"Where the hell am I?" he asked himself.


His head shot up as he remembered what had happened.


"Piccolo! Son Goku!"


The last thing he remembered was how some strange demons kidnapped him from his palace and attacked Piccolo and Son Goku. Goku has apparently been defeated, even if it sounds unbelievable. He didn't know what happened to his friend Piccolo. He himself is hanging with tied arms and legs in the said dark room.


"Your friends are not here, young god!"


He felt a tremendous aura emerging from nowhere. She stabbed his heart with the pain of thousands of nails and drove him almost insane.

A figure in the dark eyed the little Namek.


"I expected more from you!"


"Who are you?"


"I am the bad guy!"


"Darkseid!"


"I can see Metron's message has arrived!"


"What? Metron is yours?"


"Nobody knows exactly. But he understood my hint and led me directly to you through this noble Sayiajin!"


Darkseid stepped out of the dark.


He was a two-meter-tall monstrosity, his skin resembling gray rock and his eyes glowing blood red. He wore a combat suit made of a strange material. He had put on a smile.


"Are you going to kill me?"


"No! I will protect your life! You are crucial to my plan!"